Quiet, it's 4 A.M.   I was sound asleep   Trying to hunt the sheep      There is a choice within a voice   Lurking somewhere between   Hidden parts and facial scars   And remnants of the deepest needs      I am convinced in sleeplessness   That we need some source of rest   Following with frequency   Won't become a place to lay our heads      I've searched and tried   And tumbled in the midst   I've swallowed pride and nullified   What's left of innocence      Reparations won't be made   We'll set a precedent   Never too late to recreate   So here's your evidence      Am I getting through?   Is this loud enough?   Any means by all extremes   This feeling follows action      You can take my worst mistakes   And use them for excuses   You can try to realize   This vessel's by itself is worthless      I've searched and tried   And tumbled in the midst   I've swallowed pride and nullified   What's left of innocence      Reparations won't be made   We'll set a precedent   Never too late to recreate   So here's your evidence      The hand, the furnace, the straight face   The hand, the furnace, the straight face      (The hand, the furnace)   I've searched and tried   (The straight face)   And tumbled in the midst   (The hand, the furnace)   I've searched and tried   (The straight face)   And tumbled in the midst      I've searched and tried   And tumbled in the midst   I've swallowed pride and nullified   What's left of innocence      Reparations won't be made   We'll set a precedent   Never too late to recreate   So here's your evidence      (The hand, the furnace)   I've searched and tried   (The straight face)   And tumbled in the midst   (The hand, the furnace)   I've searched and tried   (The straight face)   And tumbled in the midst